Lyrics:
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
Then overtaken by my nightmare
At 4.30 on the daily when I wake up
Grinding to get my cake up
But I'm quickly losing interest in the need
For chasing
life, Styrofoam cups, no ice
Party 'fore we go inside
Never let 'em out my sight, they're right by my side
Them my ride-or-dies, them my ride-or-dies
handle business
That's how we winnin'
Walked in two seconds, then I bought 'em out (Let's go)
Jam this paint
Give a damn what you think
I'mma just make
I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We get
not to text this less the shorty tryna neck this
You should know that I'm from Texas by the way I go and wreck shit
Wrecked the ghost I'm in a Lexus she
When you know you gonna go down as a legend
It makes you wanna go harder
Uh
I know it's my time I just gotta stay patient
For every supporter there's
had bags in it
Sheets was recordin had a wire, askin' shit
Four days before I came by she got bagged wit' bricks
Crossed the line from her world
time-consumin'
Bought my bitch her own business
So she can stay the fuck out mine
But she know hoes, hoes ain't nothin' but hoes
Ain't good for nothin' but
Uuunn huhh
I got something for us
You Ready
I'm 4 real you ready
You know that We go shut it down
Oh yeah it's over for tonight
Oh baby elevated
Aphilliates nigga, pay attention, biatch (Money, Young Money)
Shouts out Rockaway Boulevard (huh) (uh-huh)
Southside Jamaica, Queens, what up? (Go
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
when I'm with you, there's nothin' to prove (uh), oh-oh
We got different life plans, I know (oh)
Tryna do what I can, so don't go, oh (yeah)
If it
Flying V ain't nothin like this from the
3-0-3 superstar status and I move like a king
Get my good side I'm a photographers dream
The type of arrogance
want static? Punk, don't trip
Dope beats laid by DJ Slip
My lyrics go good with the groove
And while you're dazed, I pull a jack move
My rep never lets,
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
it's a fact, you've been hitted by the Master-I
Emcees want to gun me, take my life from me
It's funny but still ain't nothin' move but
(Watch out wit all that swervin')
Srayin yo lane
Cause if you swerve up in my lane you gon get hit by this train (We #ill4real)
Hold on give me space
ride out
Oh lord, four boys, in a four by four textin' four whores like.. (Woooh)
Back to this ride shit
Liph on his passenger side shit
You know
throw them to his face, I got him by four inches
He real upset, mad and heartbroken
She told me not to pay him no mind and keep strokin'
Yo, can they
the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that says hey girl, let's go to the after party
After that we go to my room for
on your luck, and got no money
Then do what I do (what?) go get you a snow bunny mayne a
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in
That 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps
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